Author Hunter S. Thompson Commits Suicide
Hunter S. Thompson Dead At 67
Author Hunter S. Thompson Kills Himself
'Truth is weirder than any fiction I've seen ... '
Lazy Guide to Net Culture: Hunter farewell
Hunter S Thompson takes his final trip
HUNTER S. THOMPSON: 1937-2005 - Original gonzo journalist kills self at age 67; 'Fear and Loathing' author, ex-columnist for S.F. Examiner dies of gunshot wound
Rolling Stone: Hunter S. Thompson Dies
Detroit Free Press: Gonzo journalist Hunter Thompson, author of 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,' commits suicide
..of course, Hunter killed himself, with a gun.
He loved guns.
Wow, fucking crazy.
Hunter is dead.
I guess he made it out of Barstow...
Some Words from Mr. Thompson
-- "So much for Objective Journalism. Don't bother to look for it here-not under any byline of mine; or anyone else I can think of. With the possible exception of things like box scores, race results, and stock market tabulations, there is no such thing as Objective Journalism. The phrase itself is a pompous contradiction in terms."
-- "I have spent half my life trying to get away from journalism, but I am still mired in it - a low trade and a habit worse than heroin, a strange seedy world full of misfits and drunkards and failures."
-- "Why bother with newspapers, if this is all they offer? Agnew was right. The press is a gang of cruel faxxots. Journalism is not a profession or a trade. It is a cheap catch-all for fuxxoffs and misfits - a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but just deep enough for a wino to curl up from the sidewalk and masturbate like a chimp in a zoo-cage."
-- "If I'd written all the truth I knew for the past ten years, about 600 people - including me - would be rotting in prison cells from Rio to Seattle today. Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism."
ON RICHARD NIXON:
-- "Richard Nixon has never been one of my favorite people anyway. For years I've regarded his existence as a monument to all the rancid genes and broken chromosones that corrupt the possibilities of the American Dream; he was a foul caricature of himself, a man with no soul, no inner convictions, with the integrity of a hyena and the style of a poison toad. The Nixon I remembered was absolutely humorless; I couldn't imagine him laughing at anything except maybe a paraplegic who wanted to vote Democratic but couldn't quite reach the lever on the voting machine."
-- "Let's face it - it's the tension in life that keeps the light in a man's eyes, and keeps the foam in his nuts. It's really the only thing you can't afford to lose."
-- The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over."
ON THE ROAD TO VEGAS:
-- "We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... Also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon."
WHAT "FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS" WAS ACTUALLY ABOUT; THE DEATH OF 60s IDEALISM:
'We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark -- the place where the wave finally broke and rolled back."
ON THE FIRST GWBUSH ELECTION
"We are living in dangerously weird times now. Smart people just shrug and admit they're dazed and confused. The only ones left with any confidence at all are the New Dumb. It is the beginning of the end of our world as we knew it. Doom is the operative ethic."